So it is 8:44 p.m. on Thursday night. I am all packed and ready to go to bed in an hour, get up at 5 a.m., drive two hours to the airport, and fly to Detroit for my much-deserved 10-day vacation. We’ve got a big week planned. Needless to say, I am pretty pumped up.
We had a big day today, even without much diet success. I paid a few bills and got a snazzy new haircut. I went to the gym and lifted. No cardio. During the morning, I was so jittery to start vacation that I decided to relax the rules of the diet today. So basically, I cut out cardio at the gym, had some bagels, and got cheese on my Subway club. My theory behind it is that no matter what, I will look the same tomorrow as I do today. So nothing will really matter.
That’s why I was okay with weighing in at 281 today, a two-pound increase from Tuesday. (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I think, that I got under 280 this week. That was actually a pretty big deal. But I didn’t make much of it because I know the upcoming week of home-cooked meals and ice-cold beer will put me over that mark when I come back). So anyway, I wasn’t too upset with 281 because I had a big breakfast today and drank some water and a diet Mountain Dew before weighing in. So figure the weight is more like 280.
And that is almost a perfect number. Coming back to Detroit, I weigh 90 pounds less than I did when I last left. There are people waiting for me who whispered to mutual friends about how Dan let himself go. Now, they all know what I am doing these days. And they have all seen the pictures. I won’t be surprising anyone, but I will accept congratulations and compliments with great pride.
I will walk off the plane and hug my mother and she might actually be able to get her arms around me. I will go to the bar tomorrow night, maybe see a pretty girl, and I might not have blown the whole deal upon eye contact. See, these are big things to me.
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